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Aboard a government spacecraft as a lowly janitorial crewman, I’m given the chance to move from working on the lower quarters to the main crew’s quarters. Upon my inspection of the captain’s quarters, I’m puzzled by the fact that there seems to be no signs of life. When I meet the captain, I’m immediately disciplined for snooping around. Spankings from a robot lead to a myriad of events including anal sex, blow jobs, and even a courtship!

We entered his bedroom and he deposited me on top the champagne colored bed. With programmed, pinpoint precision, he unbuckled and whipped
his belt off in a single jerky movement, cracking it against the bed beside me. I jumped in surprise. The free hand immediately followed up
with another precise smooth movement, flicking at his pants once to unbutton it. The pants, zipperless and tailor made for his robot body,
slid instantly to the ground.

He had no “penis”, as it were, but rather a socket for him to attach things. He kicked the pants away and, with the free hand, he grabbed my
ankle and jerked me towards him, my legs saddling around his hips as I laid on my back. My heartbeat rose.

“The unfortunate part of being an android is I can’t kiss you, or salivate all over your body,” Robert said matter of factly, his LED eyes
scanning me up and down. With one hand moving at a pace and accuracy no human could master, his fingers spidered down my front, unbutton my
shirt in record speed and tossing the two pieces of cloth to the side. “But I am a creative man, and I have solutions.” He cocked his head
at the last part.

As professionally as he did with his own, he unhinged and ripped my belt off with one motion, the leather strap flying across the room and
clanking loudly against the wall. He ripped my slacks down and exposed me, half hard and in a jock strap.

“Oh,” he laughed. “You were wanting this from the beginning, wearing something like this.”

I blushed.

“It’s a good thing you're a bottom. You’ve got a nice, big one,” Robert growled sinisterly, his speaker distorting. He cracked his belt
against the bed again. “Flip over. On all fours.”

I did as instructed, getting onto hands and knees on the soft mattress. Robert yanked the remainder of my slacks off my legs.

Excerpt..

We entered his bedroom and he deposited me on top the champagne colored bed. With programmed, pinpoint precision, he unbuckled and whipped
his belt off in a single jerky movement, cracking it against the bed beside me. I jumped in surprise. The free hand immediately followed up
with another precise smooth movement, flicking at his pants once to unbutton it. The pants, zipperless and tailor made for his robot body,
slid instantly to the ground.

He had no “penis”, as it were, but rather a socket for him to attach things. He kicked the pants away and, with the free hand, he grabbed my
ankle and jerked me towards him, my legs saddling around his hips as I laid on my back. My heartbeat rose.

“The unfortunate part of being an android is I can’t kiss you, or salivate all over your body,” Robert said matter of factly, his LED eyes
scanning me up and down. With one hand moving at a pace and accuracy no human could master, his fingers spidered down my front, unbutton my
shirt in record speed and tossing the two pieces of cloth to the side. “But I am a creative man, and I have solutions.” He cocked his head
at the last part.

As professionally as he did with his own, he unhinged and ripped my belt off with one motion, the leather strap flying across the room and
clanking loudly against the wall. He ripped my slacks down and exposed me, half hard and in a jock strap.

“Oh,” he laughed. “You were wanting this from the beginning, wearing something like this.”

I blushed.

“It’s a good thing you're a bottom. You’ve got a nice, big one,” Robert growled sinisterly, his speaker distorting. He cracked his belt
against the bed again. “Flip over. On all fours.”

I did as instructed, getting onto hands and knees on the soft mattress. Robert yanked the remainder of my slacks off my legs.

Excerpt..

We entered his bedroom and he deposited me on top the champagne colored bed. With programmed, pinpoint precision, he unbuckled and whipped

his belt off in a single jerky movement, cracking it against the bed beside me. I jumped in surprise. The free hand immediately followed up

with another precise smooth movement, flicking at his pants once to unbutton it. The pants, zipperless and tailor made for his robot body,

slid instantly to the ground.

He had no “penis”, as it were, but rather a socket for him to attach things. He kicked the pants away and, with the free hand, he grabbed my